Dear Diary,
1-10-11
Okay. I've come to the conclusion that Alfred is out to get Gilbert. Bird and all.
How have I come to this conclusion? Easy. It started during breakfast...
We were all seated at the table, eating -or trying to eat- Arthur's breakfast and completely out of the blue, Gilbird came flying in and chirping like a mad chick. (Not much else to say there since I really do think that bird is homicidal)
Anyways, Gilbird came swooping and landed on Francis' head, who thought it was Pierre, and he began calling Gilbird as such. About two minutes later, Pierre flew in and he and Gilbird starting fighting above him. Just picture two tiny, yellow birds going at it for the kill.
So, Gilbert started yelling at Francis to get his bird off of his. That was when some pretty nasty things involving past wars was brought up and France ended up leaving earlier for his restaurant and Gil steaming while looking Gilbert over for injury.
Yeah. That's how my morning started. How was yours?
After that, Arthur almost blew a gasget and practically threw Al, Gil, and me out for school.
Ivan, also known as Russia by the other nations, was standing outside the entrance of the school, smiling in his wierd way and saying "Da?" after most of his sentences.
After school, I had a mental breakdown! Yay for crying randomly! I feel so manly!
And now, since this is a very boring Monday, I leave you to your own thing.
- Yours truely, Matthew Williams